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| 1:55 |
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| 3:30 |
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Take a look in my mind and justify
Hell, I might even sympathize
But why must you f**k with these things
In my head for so long that I feel I could break
Never forget your lies
Hypocrisize
Five million might change your mind
But why must you f**k with these things
In my head for so long that I feel I could break
So c'mon c'mon c'mon get up get up
South Texas deathride you motherf**k
So c'mon c'mon c'mon get up get up
South Texas man I'm livin' it up
So what if I was your guide
South Texas deathride
Like I said I might sympathize
But why must you f**k with these things I believe
Man it's guilt by association
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| 2:57 |
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| 4:17 |
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I'm sitting in a magic chair
Without Mary and I don't care
So far, so good is what I hear
Nothin' slows me down my dear
Sucking on it what a shame
Another, motherf**ker drained
That's what you get I warned you all
Just add it up to my toll
I get a kick outta this
Watch you ball like a bitch
You'll get it you'll get it
You'll get yours motherf**ker ain't no lie
I wanna break you
Get off the rocket ride man
I can't even fake it
I'll say it again
You're on a downward slide my friend
So I hear they call it killing the fly
I can't hear it I might be blind
That's what you get I warned you all
Just add it up to my toll
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| 3:46 |
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One more time and you'll be dead
At least I think that's what they said
Forty days won't break a man
It was a bullet in his head
There's something in the...
Something in the way you were
The pain so wrong my friend
Revolution...revolution man
Imagine all the people
One more time and you'll be dead
At least I think that's what they said
Forty days won't break a man
It was a bullet in his head
Listen while I load my gun
He said to me
Something 'bout a chosen one
It's comin' back to me
Watch him while I taste the sun
He said to me
Something 'bout a chosen one
You'll never be
One last time your medicine
Swallow hard and take it in
Lucy's in the sky again
Trippin' on her diamonds
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| 4:14 |
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Twist me with your motivation
You make me sick
Won't you feel my frustration?
It's ten feet thick
All I see is apathy
In this world I won't be
I will be a better man
I won't be a bitter man
Twist me with your complication
This time it stuck
Curse me with your lips
You wretched f**k
Out of me am I free
In this world I won't be
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